Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

"Report! Zhuo Ge's army is three leagues away from Yangjian City!"

Scouts riding Shama came one after another, and the Dornite, who had become tired because of the long waiting time, cheered up.

Zhuo Ge will come sooner or later, but what makes Daolang upset is that the army of stone men has not appeared.

Even if the scout he sent was as far away as the summer sea.

"Earl Clinton, when will our esteemed ally come?"

This is a question that Arianne and others tire of during the waiting time. Jon Clinton was once the Earl of Eagle Nest, and he was respected. They always called him that.

However, Jon Clinton always replied: "The Stoneman army is here to protect Donne, and they will not be absent from this battle."

The sand snakes would complain like this: "Even the scouts far away in the Stone Steps did not find the warships infested. How could they catch up with this battle?"

Whenever they asked such questions, Clinton would put on a very esoteric look and smile without saying a word.

The dragon king army is approaching, the most anxious, but Dao Lang who has been silent finally couldn't help but ask: "Earl, even if the stone man army has not arrived, how can you not see the big guy who can fight the dragon in your mouth?"

Jon Clinton gave him a reassuring look, and said without rush or slowness: "No hurry, letting them show up too early may affect the outcome of the battle. Don't worry, when the dragons dominate, it is when they come out!"

"Rumble...!"

"Sizzle quack......!"

The Dragon King's army has arrived. Their war horses, siege towers, trebuchets, and the roar of the dragon form an earthquake-like majestic aura swept over!

Dorn's army outside the three-curved wall hurriedly put on a posture of confrontation, waiting for it.

Seeing the oncoming black oppressive army, Arianne couldn't help but admire: "That is the Unsullied, who has traveled a long distance, but still maintains a steady footing and a neat military appearance. It is indeed a well-disciplined mechanical force!"

If the unsullied people also feel tired, at least they don't show it at all.

Judging from the action, they seem to be made of bricks.

Under the command of the commander, they kept a distance of two hundred meters from Dorn's army, and then put down their spears and shields.

They were lined up in ten rows, with one hundred people in each row, standing upright, staring straight ahead with emotionless eyes.

They wore black armor and a cone-shaped bronze helmet with a foot-high spike on their heads.

Jon Clinton, who has traveled to Astabo, smiled and said: "Those slave owners call this'submissive'. Other fighters may be stronger, more agile, or taller than the Unsullied, and may even use swords and shields with them. The skill is comparable to that of a spear, but you can't find a soldier who knows how to obey better than them in the world."

As he said, he said with contempt: "But what turns those eunuchs into killing machines is wine of courage. It is not real wine, but is made from belladonna, bloodfly larvae, black lotus root and other secret recipes. Drinks, from the day they were castrated and circumcised, they drank every meal, day after day, year after year, until they became numb, until the fighting became fearless, until they were not afraid of any torture!"

Arianne trembled: "I only know that killing walking dead is the most terrifying!"

The Prime Minister of Exile comforted: "Don't worry, Zogo has unsullied ones, and we also have walking dead who are not afraid of pain and charge bravely. They are the ultimate killing machines that are stronger than unsullied ones!"

Arianne knew that he was talking about an army of stone men, and she subconsciously stared at him cautiously.

His blood is noble enough to be a worthy spouse. She thought to her that her father's suggestion might be right. Although he is about the same age as his father, his children and I will be as beautiful as the Dragon Kings because he is very handsome.

Earl Jon Clinton is a handsome man with a hooked nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jaw.

He always shaved his cheeks clean, his thick hair hanging down to his collar, like a red comet, divided in two by a gray-white red hair like a beam of wood.

Facing Zhuo Ge's thin army, the exiled Prime Minister acted calmly. The afterglow of the setting sun outlined his outline. The eyes seemed to be purple, but she looked closely and found that they were blue.

A pair of dark and angry eyes.

Arianne looked at it, suddenly forgot his fear, and her olive-colored face was flushed.

Just the night before, Doulang suddenly summoned her and proposed to betroth her to the Prime Minister of exile, provided that Jon Clinton would help Donne win the war.

"I hope he can do it. Although the gray scales have already climbed up on his neck, it can bring me years of joy, and happiness is enough. After all, I am still young."

Arianne's sense of anticipation grew stronger.

Fighting in the sand, horseback soldiers are more suitable as the vanguard, but Zogo changed his mind.

Because Dorn's army basically held a spear, it was not conducive to the impact of the Dothraki.

The cavalry behind the palace led by Lao Mo Suo had not yet stood still, and the three-headed dragon suddenly raised its body continuously until it disappeared in the thick ink cloud.

They attract everyone's attention, but apart from Dany, no one knows the dragon's plan.

"Boom boom boom!"

The dragon flame scatters turbulently, burning away the black clouds.

"This, this is what Daenerys said that the dragon can affect the weather!"

Tyrion was convinced, and he was completely shocked by the dragon's ability.

The clouds dispersed and the sky bloomed with bright red brilliance. It turned out that it was sunset.

The entire Yangjian city was rippling, with a faint red, **** shadow spreading between the cracks of the stone floor, the day was about to end, and the desert itself turned from gold to orange, and then to purple.

When the Spear Tower came into sight, Drogo staggered out of the carriage and turned on the flame-colored warhorse that the attendant had already prepared.

The Dornite confronting the army yelled at him reluctantly, and the sand snakes who probed down the city wall had stirred up excitement.

As an undefeated king who is envied and hated by people, Zhuo Ge doesn't care about the clamor of some ants.

He reluctantly pinched his horse's belly, slowly passing through the braided warrior and the unsullied, and came to the front.

Zhuo Ge could feel the opposite, and the archer on the tower had aimed at him, but he was not afraid.

Because the shadow of the dragon had already covered the person who wanted to kill him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Daolang was sitting in a wheelchair, and his figure was covered by battlements. Zhuo Ge casually looked at him and chose the person in charge of Donne.

He must have felt Arianne's gaze, so his gaze left the others, Zhuo Ge raised his head again, met her gaze, and smiled slightly.

"Princess Arianne, we meet again, I think you still remember that when we meet again, it's time for your death."

The night in the Dorn Desert is extremely cold.

Arianne trembles uncontrollably after hearing his words.

Zhuo Ge's smile frightened her more than the magic dragon with its huge mouth open.

Jon Clinton seemed to be aware of the princess’s love, and thoughtfully reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, “Don’t be afraid, the sand will be stained with blood, but it’s impossible to say whose blood will bleed more. ."

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